Mad Love

I can't stop the sand,
Slipping through my clenched fist,
I can't break the labyrinth of time.
But I feel this illusion,
When you lay your hand in mine.
Nothing rhymes like your name,
But your name leaves the rhyme
On every word I pour on the page.
And they call me a wordsmith,
When I'm just the dust turned to gold by your touch.
They say you're just a hallucination,
They say my love's insane.
But what is love that makes you sober,
And not slips like a knife through your bones,
Still leaves you craving for more.
It's a drug that makes dying easy,
And it won't let you die before one more dose.
Naive love is serene as an ocean, mad love wild and chaste like a fire.
Every night you sleep on your deathbed,
For one more day you desire.